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Suatu malam, aku menghadap kipas yang berada di atas siling bilikku sambil baring di atas katil yang empuk dan lembut itu. Sebelum rutin tidurku, seperti biasa aku memikirkan hal atau kerja yang perlu dibuat untuk esokapabila menjadi seorang doktor pakar bedah di sebuah hospital swasta, Hospital Gleneagles Kuala Lumpur. Tiba tiba, terlantas dalam fikiranku teringat akan arwah ibuku yang sudah dijemput ilahi. Air mata mengalir terus pada kedua - dua belah pipiku, tanpa membuang masa aku lantas tidur untuk tidak mengenangkan kejadian tersebut. “Zulaikha! Zulaikha! Bangun cepat, dah pagi!” jeritan ibu sungguh menganggu aku. Jam menunjukkan pukul lapan lagi dan masih awal untuk aku bangun pada hari minggu. “Ish baru pukul lapan..awal lagi!” kata diriku. Namun, aku tetap gigih bangun dari katil untuk menyiapkan diriku yang sudah kusut-masai tidak berupa manusia. Setelah menyiapkan diri, aku meghidu bau kelazatan nasi lemak yang dimasak oleh ibuku. Aku pantas mencapai pinggan lalu mencedok nasi dan sambal buatan ibuku. Tidak lupa juga dengan lauk sampingan dan secawan teh o suam. -WARISAN MELATI EDISI KE-27 -
Pagi -pagi, rumahku sudah kedengaran ibuku sedang mengemas rumah, membasuh baju dan mencuci pinggan. Melihat kegigihan ibu, rasa bersalah mula menyelubungi diriku. Pantas aku bergegas kearah ibu. “Zulaikha nak tolong ibu, boleh? Soalku dengan nada yang lembut. “Tak usahlah biar ibu uruskan semua. “Tidak lama lagi kamu akan menduduki peperiksaan, bukan?” balas ibuku. Zulaikha terus kebilik untuk belajar. Zulaikha bukan dikategorikan sebagai murid yang pandai namun, dia begitu rajin berusaha. Sebulan yang lalu, aku telah menjalani peperiksaan pertengahan tahun tingkatan lima. Boleh dikatakan soalannya agak rumit namun,atas dasar usaha aku tetap dapat jawab sebaik mungkin. Dua minggu kemudian, keputusan yang dinantikan tidak seperti apa yang aku impikan. Hancur berderai hatiku hinggakan tidak sanggup melaporkan keputusanku kepada sang ibu. Tiba di rumah, kedengaran bunyi pinggan pecah menerobos ke dalam gegendang telingaku. Lantas, aku berlari kearah dapur. Mencapai ibu yang sedang pengsan. Aku memangku ibuku di ribaan. Aku terus menangis kerana memikirkan benda benda yang tidak jangka akan berlaku. Aku dengan pantas mengambil ubat kepunyaan ibu. Terdapat beberapa ubat yang pertama kali aku lihatkeranasebeluminiibutidakpernahmakanubatsebanyakini.Apakahibumenyimpan rahsiadariaku?Tanpaberkataapa-apa,akuterusmemberiubatnya.“Ibusakitke?Kenapa banyaksangatubatyangibumakanni?”kataakudalamnadarasaingintahu.Ibutidakbalas apa-apa.Persoalandalamdirikuinimasihtertanya-tanya. -WARISAN MELATI EDISI KE-27 -
Bulan ke bulan, keadaan ibu semakin lemah. Ibu tidak larat untuk bangun untuk menguruskan semua benda jadi aku mengantikan tempat ibu. Duit tidak perlu dirisaukan lagi kerana kami dapat duit pencen daripada arwah ayahku. Dulu, ibu sering berkorban masa untuk aku. Ibu selalu meluangkan masanya selepas balik dari kerja walaupun sudah penat seharian untuk menemani aku melakukan kerja sekolah sejak aku darjah3 lagi. Selain itu, ibu sanggup membayar yuran kelas tambahan dan membeli buku latihan serta alat tulis walaupun ibu mahu gunakan untuk membeli barang keperluan rumah, membayar bil api dan bil air. Aku selalu tertanya apa hadiah yang terbaik untuk aku berikan kepada ibu. Sekarang ibu mahu melihat kejayaan anaknya menjadi orang yang bergunadi masa hadapan. SPM tidak lama lagi, aku sudah mempersiapkan diri dengan belajar setiap masa. Beberapa bulan kemudian, aku sedang menunggu keputusan SPM ku. Ibu berasa sangat bersyukur sekaligus mendoakan keputusan yang cemerlang buat diriku. Hari yang ditunggu sudah tiba iaitu hari pengambilan keputusan SPM. Ibu tidak dapat ikut kerana tidak larat untuk bangun apatah lagi berjalan. Guru kelasku, Puan Sarah memberi keputusan SPM aku lalu mengucapkan tahniah. “Tahniah, Zulaikha! Kamu dapat 9A.” kata Puan Sarah dengan nada yang gembira. Aku berasa bersyukur lalu air mata gembira mengalir di pipiku. Namun, Puan Sarah menerima panggilan telefon. Muka Puan Sarah berubah wajah lalu memanggil aku dengan nada lembut“Zulaikha.. cikgu tahu kamu anak yang kuat tadi cikgu terima panggilan dari pihak hospital yang ibu kamu..dah meninggal dunia..” Aku seperti tidak percaya“YaAllah, kenapa ujian aku seberat ini…” aku bermonolog dalam hati. Ibu tak sempat untuk merasai kejayaan aku. Penggera telefonku berbunyi dan jam menujukkan 5:30 pagi. Air mata hangat -WARISAN MELATI EDISI KE-27 -
-WARISAN MELATI EDISI KE-27 - mengalir di pipi, rupa-rupanya semua sahaja mimpi yang mengimbas kembali kenangan aku bersama ibu. Namun, tidak mengapa aku terima dengan ketentuan Allah SWT kerana memberi aku kejayaan yang tidak kusangka. “Ibu..Ibu..Zulaikha rindu ibu..” kata aku yang bermonolog dalam hati
Aku tak ingin melihat bangsaku Kalah tersungkur oleh waktu Aku tak ingin melihat bangsaku Jatuh tenggelam dalam kehancuran Membinasakan Dengan tekad setinggi langit Dengan azam seluas lautan Untuk tanah ini aku rela berkorban Di saat percaya diriku menyusut Di saat itulah semangatku semakin berkobar Selama mentari masih menyinari dunia Aku takkan berhenti sedetik pun Melindungi dan mempertahankan Walaupun hingga aku menyatu dengan pertiwiku -WARISAN MELATI EDISI KE-27 - SAJAK PERJUANGAN TIADA BERNOKTAH CIKGU FARAH ELIANA BINTI MOHAMAD FAWZI Bulatkan tekadmu Teguhlah bagai karang Keraskan segala usahamu Lantanglah perdu suaramu Kerana Setiap usaha yang jitu takkan mengkhianatimu Harapanku akan selalu mengiringi Untuk tanah negeri ini setiap hari Aku tidak ingin lagi Melihat ibu pertiwi tersiksa hati Bersatulah wahai peneraju bangsa
Dengarkan tuan ayahanda berperi, Hidup ini bukanlah sehari, Usah berjalan teruskan berlari Agar dirimu pejuang sejati, Dengarkan tuan bonda berpesan, Dunia ini penuh ancaman, Usah berdiam tunggu dilayan, Berjuanglah demi satu kejayaan, Dengarkan tuan kanda berkata, Kasih manusia hanya melata, Dambaan syurga Allah yang Esa, Bangkit berjuang demi agama Dengarkan tuan dinda bermadah, Negara kita merdeka sudah, Pertahan pertiwi bukanlah mudah, Biarlah gugur asal tak kalah Dengarkan tuan pendeta berkhutbah Ilmu digali janganlah lelah Agar hidup senang tak pasrah Berjuanglah tuan agar tak susah Dengarkan tuan teman berdendang Bahagia di cari bukannya senang Teguhkan hatimu sentiasa tenang Perjuangan hidupmu pastikan menang Duhai tuan sematkan di dada, Mari berjuang hidup di dunia, Janganlah mudah berputus asa, Nescaya berjuang membawa jaya -WARISAN MELATI EDISI KE-27 - SYAIR PESAN PERJUANGAN TUAN CIKGU ROSMALIZA BINTI ZAKARIA
As usual, it was pouring outside since the end of November is approaching steadily. I woke up at the break of dawn. Waking up to your favorite song is such a different vibe and puffed my chest up that it would be a great day. Little that I know, that my whole fate came crashing down at the same day. After settling down with breakfast, I dressed up in my prefect's uniform and awakened my narcissistic self which led me to taking a bunch of selfies. Then, I took off with my bicycle with a stylish raincoat. The road was quite slippery but I guessed that I had astounding bicycle maneuvering skills. A dangerous road curve was approaching but I didn’t slow down. A small mistake may change your whole life. Smoothly approaching the corner, I was blinded by the lights which seemed to be from heavens. How unlucky I supposed to be? It wasn’t an angel. It wasn’t a plane. It was a stupefying and bulky Ford Ranger. Soon as I collided with the vehicle, I was imminently thrown away due to the impact and was suspended midair. Thrown to the pavement, I was bleeding profusely and became immobile due to the immense and agonizing sensation of pain I felt throughout my body. Covered in red blood, I lied on the road, paralyzed. The only thing I was relieved that the driver who catapulted me using his car rushed to me while observing the wretched state of body in panicked manner. Eternity felt shorter that period I had to wait for the ambulance to come and bring me to the hospital. As soon as I heard the ambulance with its whirring siren, I would let out a sigh of relief. I imminently passed out once I was brought into ambulance due to heavy blood loss. My parents were called to the hospital and I had to undergo several major surgeries due to my ribs, sternum, jaw and libs was fracture. The trauma that my body has experienced also led me for some days in comatose state. Three days quietly flowed, I finally aroused for my slumber which felt eternal. My parents stood beside me while tears flooded their eyes. “I'm sorry that I had put you through this, mom and dad.” Before I could apologize with a regretful demeanor, the doctor came crashing into see if I was stable or not. While the doctors were checking my body, I was intrigued by the loss of sense of pain in my leg which was incredibly painful during the collision. No words could describe my sorrow. Tears flowed and my voiced became stiffened. I was crippled and lost both of my legs. The impact of the car not only pulverized my legs but injured lumbar vertebra which was responsible to control the flow the nerves to my lower half of my body. No pleads or prayers would give my limbs back and I delved into the depths of the abyss in my mind. Depression became my best partner and I couldn’t stop laughing at my pathetic state. Soon after, I took my own life after losing my confidence and shunned by society for being crippled. The moral of the story is to always be vigilant with your surroundings and never be overconfident since confidence can bring ruin too. The Day Where All Went Downhill By: Shrieevighnish 5M
The meaning of precious is of great value because of being rare, expensive, or important in our lives. There are many special things in my life, but my friends are the most precious things in my life and will forever be. As a student who had a hard time communicating with people, trying to make friends was one of the most complex challenges in my life, that is one of the reasons why I think my friends are the most precious things in my life. My class teachers from primary school would complain about how quiet I was to my mother and compare me with the other students in class. I would also be envious of other students that had friends and wished I was like them. But I knew I would have friends sooner or later so I stopped worrying too much about it. I remember that I began to make friends when I was in my fourth year of primary school. Slowly I began to make more friends and became more confident when talking to people. However, in the same year, I began to stress out about my exam because my grades were dropping, but my friends motivated me to study harder and ensured I was not skipping classes. My grades were higher than before. I was very grateful to them. Without them, I do not know how life would be right now. They would also comfort me when I was upset or feeling disturbed. I was also very happy when I heard my friends were attending the same secondary school as me. Some friends attended different schools but I still keep in touch with them online. Even though we did not get to meet face to face, that does not mean our friendship changed from before. Secondary school has been very hard for me because I needed to communicate with new people. It was hard at first, although with the help of some of my friends introducing myself to new people became easier. Until this day, I am still grateful to have friends like them and I hope our friendship will become stronger from time to time even if we do not get to see each other. It is still a bit difficult to communicate with people and I do feel a bit lonely sometimes, but I will never forget the way my friends motivated me and how much I have changed since primary school. Without my precious friends, I probably would not have made any good memories or enjoyed primary school life and would have been pretty lonely. PRECIOUS By Sre Sachitha Naidu 2A
I stumble, From the shattered heart, From the shivered of fear and cold. The cruelty of life gives me, The desire of wanting to. The discrimination between right and wrong, To prove where I poorly stand. A tragedy befall me, Hits me with the truth of life, I realize my worth, I stand my words, I scream my visions, I master it now. With all our loved ones, Those who cherished and believe, I live with assurance. With all the trust, I’m wide awake. Countering all the fear and fright, I’m a fighting man, Living my best to uphold my rights, And to remember my remaining days. Move On By Nur Evanda Binti Azmal Hamid 5 M